The bruised

Some are truly free
Others are not necesarily bound
But bruised

The truly free
Love and live sincerely
Have no reserve
And give their heart
In full honesty

The bound
Merely exist
Either give
More than they can
Or just take all that they can

The bruised
Try to live
and love fiercely
And maintain a balance
They can never achieve
The heart tries to breath
But the cracks leak
And the pain
Makes them withdraw

And they generally do not know
They are not truly free
And will maybe never be
The heart is kept in a clutch
And the conditions to open and present
Are always ones own